Hardly invisible certainly not six feet tall
this storm reduces hope through the hours...

I come into the woods
not merely to escape...

Fall asleep to find a girl in my bed;
it is not the first time she's here, yet...

Gift: An Edgar Allan Poe Doll
My mean sister has a doll collection...

Sometimes my mind wanders after a young night’s...
especially when undecided between writing a 4am...

You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...

Poets see all these people watchers:
enforcers vigilantly censoring deviance...

Hardly exciting,
first ice cream truck of Summer...

You fall on me like a torrent
amidst the worst drought...

When we first met I was your fare,
for you were taking me for a ride...

All we know in life
are working hypotheses...

I speak to you in ancient words
Straight from my heart, nay...